Pregnancy

Setting the Scene

By on January 30, 2017

Sunday, January 29th, 2017

8:00 p.m.

Mom
I don’t know what’s going on in there, but this is something I haven’t felt before…

9:30 p.m.

Dad [having worked all day, with intermittent naps throughout because I’ve been sick]
Let’s just go to bed. I don’t think either of us will survive if you go into labour without us getting any sleep.

Mom
Okay, but let’s watch an episode of ‘The OA’ first.

Dad [wanting to decline, but knowing that until you arrive, it’s wise just to do as I’m told]
Sure!

10:30 p.m.

The OA’ ends, minds are blown, and I bolt upstairs, brush my teeth, and slip under the covers as quickly as possible.

11:00 p.m.

Mom
Aaaaaaaargh!!!!

Monday, January 30th, 2017

2:00 a.m. 

A few hours of regular contractions have passed, and your Mom is in clear discomfort.

Mom
You should call Ann now.

Dad
You sure it’s time? Some of the contractions are still a bit short.

Mom [think of The Exorcist]
CALL HER!

I frantically run down the stairs and make the call to a messaging service that pages Ann. She calls back moments later, I put her on speaker, and begin trying to explain the situation. Mom of course quickly takes over, underlying the fact that she’s not having a whole lot of fun at this point.

Ann
Sounds to me like you’re still in the early stages. Keep going and call me back in a few hours.

Mom [less than enthused]
Okay.

4:00 a.m.
[5 hours of frequent contractions later]

Mom [clearly tired and in a lot of discomfort]
Josh, if when we got to the hospital, I’m only a few centimetres, I need the epidural. It’s just too much.

Dad [thinking if it were him, he’d have gone to the hospital and gotten the epidural four and a half hours ago, and probably moved onto whatever else might be available]
Okay, of course, whatever you need — but let’s just see where we’re at when we get there.

Mom [nodding her head in agreement, while rubbing her tummy and speaking towards it]
Just you and me, baby. It’s just you and me. We can do this together.


5:45 a.m.
[Nearly 7 hours of frequent contractions later]

Mom [breathing fire, and giving me a look that says “I dare you to say no”]
Call Ann. We’re going to the hospital.

9:50 a.m.
[Nearly 11 hours of frequent contractions later]

Mom [pulling you up to her chest, with your back to me]
Josh, it’s a boy!

TAG
RELATED POSTS

LEAVE A COMMENT